Benny the Butcher — Face to Face

[Intro: Benny the Butcher] Ha Trust Gang, nigga [?] Black Soprano Wooh Let’s go Let’s get it, let’s get it [Verse 1: Benny the Butcher] You know what this is, [?] keep it 100, 100 Your bitch in the passenger rolling up while I do 400, 400 Face to face, face to face Face to face, face to face I dropped off the bag in the hood, I stood in the trap in Versace Do you remember me, somebody asked me, the trappers forgot me Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up On my way to a milli, but hold up, I really think God trying to punish us Enemies, enemies, enemies, enemies, I made some enemies I’m smoking this dope, but fucking these bitches is draining my energy I hit up the plug, he know what it is, I got all the cash This 40 so big, it hitting your shirt and it knock off the tags We hustle, we hustle, we hustle, we hustle, we hustle, we hustle [?], [?] with wings, the V on my buckle Louis belt, Louis belt, Louis belt, I feel like [?] Louis belt I bought my bitch a black Gucci belt, just to help roll up her [?] Fuck her and tell her she’s beautiful, it’s not what you know but who you know Black Sopranos show up at your funeral, pussy and power, yeah my life a musical Hope the glitter and gold don’t influence you, I’m getting money, but that’s just the usual Im’ma wave to my haters like too-da-loo, I brought the bitches out, I brought the shooters too Let the feds tell it, I’m the pusher man Niggas taking naps, I just took a chance I flew out to Cali, hooked up with my man He introduced me to him, I just shook his hand [Hook: Benny the Butcher] I met the plug, I met the plug I met the plug, I met the plug Face to face, face to face Face to face, face to face [Jay Batters] What up Benny It’s Jay Take money Yeah [Verse 2: Jay Batters] I met the plug, no habla no ingles Pull up in the cleanest whip, drop me a bag, now watch how I swing the wrist These fuck niggas talking big money, what’s funny is they never seen a brick These cases, I catch them, I catch them, I catch them, but they never see them stick ‘Casue I met the plug, I got to be blessed Bust open them wrappers, throw half on a one and be done and they got to be pressed Run it up, run it up ‘til my plug bring a hundred up Everyday, we up late with the pots and the plates on the block ‘til the sun is up Who can stop me from coming up, second to none and these niggas is runner-ups Hit a papi, he got me, you copy, he load up the van and sending his runner up Touchdown, we’re lifting the numbers up, come show up, we’re sending the gunners up Can’t fuck with me, double up, double up, killing competitors just ‘cause it’s fun to us Moving too fast, are you listening slow On the road in a rental to cop and go shopping as long as the ticket is low Bust some [?] on [?], the troopers behind me, they pull me, I’m hitting it though Make it back to the Lou, I’m in traffic with snow, hit the stove and remixing the blow Face to face, place to place Me and Black in the spot with the [?] popping bottles, you know we go case for case Every night ‘fore I rest, [?] got get my lawyer the strength to spank the case Spank the case, fuck out my face [Hook: Benny the Butcher] ‘Cause I met the plug, I met the plug I met the plug, I met the plug Face to face, face to face Face to face, face to face